Sitting on my window sill,
Listening to the wind chime’s sweet harmony,
Gazing out into the horizon,
I’m haunted by my midnight melancholy,
Looking up at the blanket of stars,
I wonder when did I grow up?
How did time pass so quickly?
When did I leave my childhood behind?
Seems as if I can no longer catch up with my long-lost innocence.
I realize that I have driven far past the stage where school was on top of my worries list;
School has been replaced by a mask of other worries,
That takes pride in possessing my thoughts.
Drowning myself in my 3 AM thoughts it hits me,
That the rain will no longer mean the same to me.
Earlier, rain used to be a medium of joy;
Now it is just a veil for my tears.
Now all I can do is sigh with exasperation.
And regret what I missed out on,
Seems as if that shooting star is not capable of bringing back my childhood.
I just wish it could.
I just . . wish.
D for Diary? Sounds good?